I do landscape photography here in Ireland. It is a hobby of mine that I picked up when my wife caught cancer. We were sepeerated at Christmas as she was in Hospital. It was my birthday Christmas day and so she bought me a camera.
In addition to prayer many of us aquire certain hobbies in life that help keep the demons at bay and photography happened to be one of them for myself.
I suppose in a sense you could say the photography was a prayer in my desire to seek out and show the world Gods country the hopes that it may help them overcome their demons. Sometimes a really good sermon can be found in the silence of just one photograph wouldn’t you agree?
Many of my photographs in the beginning reflected how I felt at a time when my wife was in hospital for weeks on end. She’d come home for visits every now and then. Whilst home I would take her for drives in the countryside and we happened upon this lonesome tree. It was she who spotted it.
It was a reflection of both of us:
I was alone,
The storm prowled around me like a hungry Socialist whose belly was already full
The wind was the invisibile enemy whom I couldn’t see
Becoming louder and louder
My roots and the earth around me trembled but I could not see my opponent
The earth upon which my roots stretched beneath was as black as coal. ready to consume me at any moment
Leaves on my branches were gone
My trunk has grown wrinkled and tired
Somehow by an absolute miracle I am still standing.
In the face of all torture and trial
God has given me only that which my soul could handle
By his Grace I still stand as a testimony to the devil
That the gates of this quiet little house of God – That is my soul – shall not prevail.
You can huff and you can puff but you will not blow this tree from the ground
For it has seen the face of God
My roots go deep. . . My roots go deep.
I have fallen into pure soil
Separated by an inch from a world of hatred
Catch me if you can
For my roots go deep
My roots go deep.
Dear readers, in my next blog post I will explain my poem.